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Lommy egged him on. "Go on, take it off him, I dare you."
羅米慫恿他：“去啊，去搶啊，你搶給我看！”
Hot Pie kicked his donkey, riding closer. "Hey, Lumpyface, you gimme that sword." His hair was the color of straw, his fat face all sunburnt and peeling. "You don't know how to use it."
于是熱派一踢驢子，騎上前來。“喂，癩痢臉，把劍給我拿來！”他的頭發色如稻草，一張肥臉被太陽曬得蛻皮。“反正你又不會用！”
Yes I do, Arya could have said. I killed a boy, a fat boy like you, I stabbed him in the belly and he died, and I'll kill you too if you don't let me alone. Only she did not dare. Yoren didn't know about the stableboy, but she was afraid of what he might do if he found out. Arya was pretty sure that some of the other men were killers too, the three in the manacles for sure, but the queen wasn't looking for them, so it wasn't the same.
我當然會用！艾莉亞想說，我用它殺了一個像你一樣的胖小子，一劍戳進他的肚子，他當場就死了，你要是再來惹我，我把你也殺了。然而她不敢這么說，尤倫不知道馬僮被殺的事，她很怕他知道后會怎么做。艾莉亞很確定這群人里面一定有殺人犯，至少那三個被銬起來的鐵定殺過人。但話說回來，太后又沒有搜捕他們，所以那不一樣啦。
Look at him, brayed Lommy Greenhands. "I bet he's going to cry now. You want to cry, Lumpyhead?"
“你看你看，”綠手羅米又開始驢叫，“我敢跟你賭，他要哭啦！癩痢頭，你想不想哭啊？”
She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of her father. Come morning, she'd woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it.
昨晚上睡覺時她的確哭過，因為夢見了父親。早上醒來她眼眶紅腫，淚水已干，現在就算要她的命，也無法再擠出一滴眼淚。
He's going to wet his pants, Hot Pie suggested.
“他要尿褲子啦！”熱派預測。
Leave him be, said the boy with the shaggy black hair who rode behind them. Lommy had named him the Bull, on account of this horned helm he had that he polished all the time but never wore. Lommy didn't dare mock the Bull. He was older, and big for his age, with a broad chest and strong-looking arms.
“你們不要欺負他。”這時那個一頭粗亂黑發，騎在后面的男孩發了話。羅米給他起了個綽號叫“大牛”，因為他成天擦拭一個牛角頭盔，卻從來不戴。不過羅米可不敢惹大牛，因為他不僅年紀較長，生得又特別結實，胸膛寬厚，手臂強壯。
